My brother Manny and I decided to have a party. My parents had gone out and wouldn't be back until late. So my brother and I were home alone. We invited two of my girlfriends and ten guys that Manny knew to the party. It was really wild until our Parents walked in. Then things got far more weird.
Exiled prince Reinhard, a runt in stature but blessed with an enormous cock, ritually defeats and breaks the Amazon queen, seizes her throne, and uses the deadly Amazon women to forge a savage empire. His massive cock and potent seed corrupt elves, priestesses, and proud noblewomen alike, turning defiant queens and bloodthirsty savages into dripping sluts begging for more. Nations fall through relentless sexual conquest and magical subversion until every cunt on the Continent bows to him.
My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.